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Music

On the CD there are three more tunes: "Portas", "Nómada" and "No feitizo da noite". You can get the CD in the shop.

Texts of the CD

By Paula Carballeira

IDA HAЧAΛO

Music isn't very fond of feeling shut in between walls, it tends to scatter and flee on the wind, reclaim its freedom on the road. From north to south, from east to west, coming and going, songs and melodies travel as luggage with KIBITKA, which is here today but has the restless spirit of those who know there's still a whole world to discover.

1 - Portas (Doors)

If you don't close your front door, someone might come in. And who says that that someone isn't the very person you were waiting for? Closed doors conceal, open doors reveal, and it's infinitely easier to walk through an open door than through a closed one, without harming yourself or the door. They rightly say that the best way to discover the mysteries lying behind unlocked doors is by easing them open, and that once a mystery has been found there's always another door with another mystery behind it; so the joy of discovery is never lost.

2 - Chuperlika

From the Orient, where the sun has a good stretch every morning before setting off, come chords that suggest ancient dances, secrets of the lands of the East. When we hear them we can smell spices that transform tastes, we can imagine the past of the peoples who lived in Bulgaria and Macedonia.

3 - O acordeón soíño (The lone accordion)

An accordion bemoans its loneliness, and there is no sadder music, no song more despairing. When loneliness takes hold of you, you can only dance to its rhythm, from dawn to dusk. The accordion wanders about so that it can, at least, accompany others in their loneliness; and nobody knows where its music comes from.

4 - Nómada (Nomad)

An accordion bemoans its loneliness, and there is no sadder music, no song more despairing. When loneliness takes hold of you, you can only dance to its rhythm, from dawn to dusk. The accordion wanders about so that it can, at least, accompany others in their loneliness; and nobody knows where its music comes from.

5 - Maruska

My friend, my faithful Maruska, I'm going to talk to you about the time we shared in Moscow, in Santiago, in Kiev, in Minsk or in Havana. What matters is not where we were but that you were there, Maruska, and that you were running to cleave the wind. What matters is not whether the path was paved or not; you were flying, and I was flying too. Now the years have fallen on to us, Maruska, and we can move slowly, but always towards the same destiny.

6 - Jetak ará

Armenia, where Eden is believed once to have been, where Noah grounded his ark after the Flood, on top of Mount Ararat; and Galicia, where Paradise is said once to have been, where Noah founded the town of Noia, where floods still fall: two names for two twin countries, separated in space but not in music, or in the people's hospitality, or in legends, or in stories.

7 - A pena de Xoana (Xoana's grief)

Sometimes when we awake in the morning we feel a weight on our chest, like a sorrow or a grief. Griefs have no names, any name is good enough for them – it's the people carrying the griefs inside them who are called something. Their names depend on where they were born, on some hope or some memory of their father or mother. If the grief stays with someone for very long, it takes on their name, it peers out of their eyes, and that person weeps because they can't do otherwise, because there are griefs that come and never go.

8 - No feitizo da noite (In the enchantment of the night)

In the light of the moon, in the enchantment of the night, fantasies become realities. And tormented souls wander in the Santa Compaña, and wolves howl in the Courel Mountains, and women wash blood from sheets in rivers, and the evil of the Devil's Hound visits villages; but this is also when magic spells are sung in chorus and, in midsummer, stars rain down.

9 - Moldova

In the beautiful countryside of Moldova, the wind can be gentle or rebellious, rivers cross the fields unhurriedly or with the savage clamour of their currents. The sounds of Moldova bring with them longings and happiness, they thrum on our feet until we realize that our feet want to take off and dance to the rhythm of mountain and valley echoes, to the rhythm of the violin and the bagpipes.

10 - Sultán (Sultan)

Sultans have a reputation for knowing how to enjoy life, and this is why they sing at the top of their voices and celebrate and spread their happiness. When we feel like sultans our only concern is to find the next excuse for a party, to keep the power of those who don't think about tomorrow because we always live in the present.

11 - Bolerito

Let's dance a bolero cheek to cheek, step by step, letting the minutes slip through our fingers. Let's let the world spin round, let's let anyone who wants to travel at the speed of light do so, while we two stay here, dancing a bolero, a bolerito, cheek to cheek.

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